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Aug 2014
One pill was too little,
Two was just enough.
Three was to push the limit.
Four was to prove it wasn't a bluff.
Five was to be thin.
Six was for my ribs to be a cage
and my heart be the bird.
Seven was to purge myself from within.
Eight was for my hipbones to stick out like knives.
Nine was to ensure that I might not wake up alive.
~ a.m.l
I know the rhyme scheme is off.
Ashley Lopez
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Ashley Lopez  Miami
(Miami)   
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